Fan Fiction ❯ Here and Now ❯ Clubbing.... ( Chapter 2 )

Loud noises flowed out the door as the group entered the club. People grinding against each other on the dance floor. Steamed up glass in the “Waterfall room”. The “Waterfall room” is where a beautiful waterfall flows off the walls and the room is basically glass walls. That's where you go to really grind and play around. The flashes of the lights glisten off the skin of the ravers on the high platforms and off the sweating dancers. Grooving to music the first place the group end up heading to, was the bar. Emily order the first round to be shots.

 

“Mmm... Southern Comfort, my fav! All right everyone, ready to do the shots?”

 

Christine looked at the shot in here hand and glanced at Blake, she caught his eyes, he too was looking at her.

 

“Sure, why not Em.” Christine wasn't a big drinker but didn't like to be the party pooper either.

 

“Bottoms up you guys.” The group brought up their shot glasses to meet with Emily's and clinked them together as a salute of their outing.

 

“Ahhh. How bout another guys?” Emily said as if she wanted to get drunk quickly.

 

Mariana and Daniele agreed but Blake and Christine had slipped off before Emily could notice.

 

“So how are you?” Blake felt unsure of himself. He had made an attempt to talk to her alone so he pulled her away to the other side of the bar.

 

Christine just blushed at the fact alone that Blake had made a bold move. It was definitely a turn on. She looked at him as he spoke, admiring how cute he looked. His dirty blonde hair gelled to have a spiky effect, his deep blue eyes, and his really sexy smile. He wore a button up red wine colored shirt that had a metallic gleam to it; the shirt hugged his muscles on his arms nicely. His black pants also let his butt look real nice too.

 

“It's been okay, I'm doing a play in two months. I'm the leading lady.” Christine's heart pounded so loud as she talked, for he was inching closer as she responded.

 

`God, he is so hot!'

 

“Really, That's awesome. What's the play called?” He asked so curiously.

 

“It's called Mary Reilly, I play Mary, an Irish maid living in the house of Dr. Jyrkl and I become the lover of both Dr. Jyrkl and Mr. Hyde.”

 

“Sounds more like a slut to me!” Emily stood there in front of them, kinda tipsy. She reached out for Christine's hand and pulled her off the barstool.

 

“Shall we dance, darling?”

 

Christine looked at her somewhat drunk friend and then at Blake. Blake knew she didn't want to.

 

“Sure hon. Lead the way.” Christine smiled and followed her to the floor and turned quick to mouth to Blake, “Help me”. Blake got up and followed the girls to the floor.

 

Heading to the floor Christine looked ahead of herself and noticed all the grinding and bumping of the people. She bit her lower lip to the movements of the men against the women.

 

`I wish I could do that.'

 

“Hey Christine, lets grind against each other, kay.” Emily quickly grabbed Christine's lower back while swaying to the music and moved her to the center.

 

Christine followed swaying also with the music. She saw people staring at them as they moved to the center. She smiled and got in front of Emily to take lead.

 

“Okay lets do this!” Christine couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She hardly knew how to dance and basically had the attention of many people. `No backing out now.'

 

Emily slid her hands down the sides of Christine's legs and pulled into her own legs. She straddled Christine's leg, as well as she straddling Emily's.

 

Christine looked up into Emily's eyes knowing what to do next as if they had rehearsed their moves. Emily breaks the slow swaying of the two girls and started grinding on top of Christine's leg.

 

Christine follows the motion and starts grinding with her and at the same time they break away and start dancing against each other, moving closer to one another caressing each other's arms.

 

Closer they came together, now having the attention of Blake whom stood with his jaw dropped, and panting to the sight of to lovely ladies caressing eachother and close to kiss.

 

Christine looked to him and then moved in close to Blake. She felt him up...everywhere. His eyes closed slowly to the pleasure of her just touching the weak spot of his body, he bit back a moan when she turn her backside to him and started slowly, no provocatively moving to just send him over the edge.

 

She then moved up and down rubbing his semi hard member against her back and butt as she swayed to the floor and back to his level. She reached back with her arm to feel his head and grabbed lightly at his hair and scratched softly at his neck. She turned to him, he held her tight against himself enough to show her how much he was enjoying this.

 

“Blake...Blake, oohhh Blake!” Christine moaned into his ear.

 

“Blake...Blake.” Blake snapped back to reality to notice the girls looking at him, weirded out.

 

“You okay? You weren't answering and you were drooling.”

Blake was still wondering what happened to what he was thinking or dreaming.

 

`I thought it was real, what is wrong with me, shit'

 

“Jez, and I thought I was drunk!” Emily stated out loud and walked to the bar to do some more shots. Christine turned to Blake and wanted to ask what was a matter with him, but blushed to see him staring at her.

 

“Um, I want another drink, I'm tired of dancing. Emily really knows how to wear you out (forced laugh).” Following behind her, Blake went ahead and grabbed her hand.

 

`Please don't strop dancing, I want to think of you again.'

 

Christine freaked when she felt his tough big hands enter her hands, but she liked it and held his hand back. They reached the bar to hear some one in the distance laughing and boasting everything loud enough for every one to hear.

 

“So, I said to the fat bitch, that I was just using her and that she was fat and fucking ugly to fuck, and then she cried and I just laugh at her and slammed the door!”

 

A drunken guy in the corner of the room surrounded by beautiful women and pals, shared some stories loudly amongst those who would listen to him.

 

“She keeps calling me and begging me to fuck her, ha ha ha. Please... I watch my shit!” Christine turned to in the direction of the voice to find it being Zac.

 

`Oh my god'

 

Followed by the end of his story everyone laughed and Christine's eyes widened and quickly filled with tears. Blake went ahead and ordered some two Long Island Iced teas for them and turned to hear her crying. He was unsure to what it was that happened but was filled in rage to whoever caused it.

 

Zac now looked in her direction to see her crying at his painful words.

Shocked to see her he now was quickly sober and got up and had a serious state on his face. `Christine, oh my God I'm sorry.'

 

 

“What's a matter?” Blake turned Christine to face him; he lifted up her chin to look into her eyes. Christine was so mad but it didn't hurt as much as she thought it should of. It was because of Blake, touching her and caressing her chin then her cheek was driving her insane. She hasn't been touched like that from him in years.

 

“It was nothing, I'm fine.” He wiped away a stray tear from her eye and kissed her cheek and smiled.

 

`Who the hell is that!' Balling his fists up until the white of his knuckles showed, Zac was willing to set the bastard touching Christine straight.

 

 

 

“Hey hot stuff.” Twirling her fingers on his back and rubbing against his face, Mariana was just saying hello.

 

With attention distracted for the moment, Zac turned to the evil bitch touching him, releasing his bawled up fist to look upon a beautiful latina. He knew her from somewhere before but couldn't figure it out.

 

`Oh yes, the chick Christine never liked'

 

“Hey what's up, you look mighty fine.” Zac tried to be smooth. Marianas only expression was a small half smirk with a seductive glare. She knew Christine would just crumble seeing Zac with her. It was a plan for the night.

 

`Perfect, the plan is working.'

 

While Zacs short attention span was occupied by a walking disease (Mariana), Christine and Blake decided to forget the incident and explore the club a bit more.

 

“Let's go to the waterfall room.” Blake was curious about this room and wanted Christine to show him where it was and what happens there.

 

Christine hesitated and thought about all the sex and sex games that went on up there, she blushed and thought of a quick way of getting out of it. Then, she saw them in the corner by the staircase, to the water fall room.

 

“Oooohh ... Zac, harder.” Mariana moaning from being thrusted into by Zac had widened Christine's eyes, which were met with Marianas eyes. Mariana smiled wider and moaned louder.

 

`Oh my God, what a whore.'

 

“Well, are you going to say something or am I going to ask some one else about the room?” Joking around and oblivious to what Christine had just seen, Blake was urging for an answer.

 

“Um, I'm sorry Blake but I need to go home, I really don't want to explain but it was nice seeing you again.” Christine turned quickly to leave the dazed young man standing there looking after her leaving abruptly.

 

“Hey Blake...where's Christine? Mariana whispered into his ear.

 

 

A/N

Hi, sorry I didn't say anything in the first chapter, but I am trying out this whole story thing and I hope I am doing this right. There are lemons to come in the story but not too soon. Please leave a review of what you think and what I should try doing. Thanks for reading.

 

p.s. there will be longer chapters promise